Gemotions

He’d always felt like a ghost, fading into the background. Now, his biography, *James: From Obscurity to Olympus*, had thrust him into the limelight. The book embellished his achievements, inflated his importance. He found himself staring at the bookshop window, watching people browse the shelves. A frisson of something unfamiliar, almost painful, shot through him. He saw the potential, the doors that would open, the connections he could make. He could finally be somebody. He imagined a future where his name was synonymous with success. He needed to make this last.